Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Index,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.